My feet are frozen to the ground. My blood runs ice-cold. My body is in a stiff position as if my limbs might break at any second. It is slightly ironic because I am in a desert complete with cactuses and tumbleweeds. If I could move, I would jump forward and leap into action.
My eyes are locked on the little boy in front of me. I scream "Allen! No! Run! You can make it!" But of course, he doesn't. I try to scream. I make the smallest sound as I see the club lower and leave a dent in his head. If this didn't kill him, the fact that he fell back and was impaled by a cactus surely did.
Another Career turns and stabs a sword through my other ally. A small girl who is only fourteen. At least she is two years older than poor twelve year old Allen. My District partner. When the sword enters her, crimson splatters my eyes and I can't see. It doesn't matter. My world goes black anyways.
I sit up. Finally awoken from the same nightmares that haunt me every night. I look down. My expensive pajamas are drenched in sweat. I turn looking for Allen when I remember. He was killed in the sane Hunger Games that I won. Now I am a victor. Filthy rich and well fed, but ever haunted by the games that kill twenty-three every year.
One lucky winner. Decided by how great you are at fighting and surviving. But really, I would rather have died. Not these nightmares that drive me insane. I still look for Allen and my fourteen year old ally. I never got her name. She died too soon. Yes, I would rather be dead.